"His face, and voice, and actions seemed strangely familiar to me."
"That's what I mean, exactly."
"Haven't we met him before?"
"Well," said Harry, "if he were dressed like an undertaker, wore false side-whiskers and called himself Solomon Gloom, don't you think he would resemble the villain who shot me in Thirty-sixth street?"
"Thunder!" ejaculated Old King Brady, slapping his knee with his hand.
The keen boy's discernment startled him.
What Harry said was the truth.
Mason certainly bore a startling resemblance to the man who had shipped the box of human remains to Georgia.
Harry laughed, and asked:
"You notice the resemblance then, do you?"